The Death of Provenance

I have set a tryst with my lovers:
History and Etymology
Borne from the Ancient of olden days
And now I am set to meet them both.

Then came by my hand the depraved sword
Which shall end all to desolation
Soon bestriked the joints of connotation
Ensues the birth of obfuscation

None! Is the essence of existence
The meanings are dead; I have killed them all
Running from the myth of provenance
Thinking, to destroy shall to create anew

And now I, a conscious nothingness
Sitting, waiting for another providence
Alas, yearning for timely purpose
¡La causa última o muerte!


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